Sir John. I now my soueraigne speaketh | War. In Warwikeshire I haue true harted

like himselfe,

And now will I be Edwards Champion,

friends,

Not mutinous in peace, yet bold in warre,

Sound Trumpets, for Edward shall be proclaimd. Them will I muster vp, and thou sonne Edward the fourth by the grace of God, king

Clarence shalt

of England and France, and Lord of Ireland, In Essex, Suffolke, Norfolke, and in Kent, and whosoeuer gainsaies king Edwards right: Stir vp the knights and gentlemen to come by this I challenge him to single fight,

line Edward the fourth.

All. Long liue Edward the fourth.

long

with thee.

And thou brother Montague, in Leistershire,
Buckingham and Northamptonshire shalt finde,

Edw. We thanke you all. Lord Maire leade Men well inclinde to doe what thou commands,

on the waie.

And thou braue Oxford wondrous well belou'd, For this night weele harbour here in Yorke, Shalt in thy countries muster vp thy friends. And then as earlie as the morning sunne, My soueraigne with his louing Citizens, Liftes vp his beames aboue this horison Shall rest in London till we come to him, Weele march to London, to meete with Warwike: Fair Lords take leaue and stand not to replie, And pull false Henry from the Regall throne. Farewell my soueraigne. [Exeunt Omnes. King.

(Act IV. Scene VI.)

Enter WARWIKE and CLARENCE, with the
Crowne, and then king HENRY, and OXFORD,
and SUMMERSET, and the yong Earle of
Richmond.

King. Thus from the prison to this princelie
seat,

By Gods great mercies am I brought
Againe, Clarence and Warwike doe you
Keepe the crowne, and gouerne and protect
My realme in peace, and I will spend the
Remnant of my daies, to sinnes rebuke
And my Creators praise.

War. What answeres Clarence to his soueraignes

will?

Cia. Clarence agrees to what king Henry likes. King. My Lord of Summerset, what prettie Bole is that you seeme to be so carefull of? Sum. And it please your grace, it is yong Henry,

Earle of Richmond.

King. Henry of Richmond, pretie Ladde.

Come hither

If heauenlie powers doe aime aright

To my diuining thoughts, thou pretie boy,
Shalt proue this Countries blisse,

Thy head is made to weare a princelie crowne,

Thy lookes are all repleat with Maiestie,

Make much of him my Lords,

For this is he shall helpe you more,

Then you are hurt by me.

(Act IV. Scene VIII.)

Enter one with a letter to WARWIKE.

War. What Counsell Lords, Edward from
Belgia,

With hastie Germaines and blunt Hollanders,
past in safetie through the narrow seas,
And with his troopes doe march amaine to-
wardes London,

And manie giddie people follow him.

Orf. Tis best to looke to this betimes,
For if this fire doe kindle any further,
It will be hard for vs to quench it out.

Farewel my Hector, my Troyes true
hope.

War. Farewell sweet Lords, lets meet at
Couentrie. [Exeunt Omnes.

Enter Edward and his traine.

All. Sease on the shamefast Henry.
And once againe conuaie him to the Tower,
Awaie with him, I will not heare him speake.
And now towards Couentrie let vs bend our

War. Naie rather wilt thou draw thy forces | Sound a Parlie, and RICHARD and CLARENCE backe? whispers togither, and then CLARENCE takes his Confesse who set thee vp and puld thee downe? red Rose out of his hat, and throwes is at

Call Warwike patron and be penitent,

And thou shalt still remaine the Duke of Yorke.
Glo. I had thought at least he would haue
said the king.

Or did he make the iest against his will.
War. Twas Warwike gaue the kingdome to

thy brother.

WARWIKE.

War. Com Clarence come, thou wilt if
Warwike call.

Cla. Father of Warwike, know you what
this meanes ?

I throw mine infamie at thee,

I will not ruinate my fathers house,

Edw. Why then tis mine, if but by War-Who gaue his bfoud to lime the stones togither,

wikes gift.

War. I but thou art no Atlas for so great
a waight,

And weakling, Warwike takes his gift againe,
Henry is my king, Warwike his subiect.
Edu. I prethe gallant Warwike tell me this.

What is the bodie when the head is off?
Glo. Alasse that Warwike had no more
foresight,

That Clarence is so harsh vnnaturall,
And set vp Lancaster. Thinkest thou
To lift his sword against his brothers life,
And so proud harted Warwike I defle thee,
Pardon me Edward, for I haue done amisse,
And to my brothers turne my blushing cheekes?
And Richard doe not frowne vpon me,
For henceforth I will proue no more vnconstant.
Edw. Welcome Clarence, and ten times more
welcome,

But whilst he sought to steale the single ten,
The king was finelie fingerd from the decke? Then if thou neuer hadst deserud our hate.

You left poore Henry in the Bishops pallace,

And ten to one you'le meet him in the Tower.
Edw. Tis euen so, and yet you are olde
Warwike still.

War. O cheerefull colours, see where Ox-
ford comes.

Enter OXFORD with drum and souldiers

& al crie,

Glo. Welcome good Clarence, this is brotherlie.
War. Oh passing traytor, periurd and vniust.
Edw. Now Warwike, wilt thou leaue
The towne and fight? or shall we beate the
Stones about thine eares?

War. Why I am not coopt vppe heere for
defence,

I will awaie to Barnet presently,

Oxf. Oxford, Oxford, for Lancaster. [Exit. And bid thee battaile Edward if thou darest.

Edw. The Gates are open, see they enter in. Lets follow them and bid them battaile in the streetes.

Glo. No, so some other might set vpon our backes, Weele staie till all be entered, and then follow them.

Edw. Yes Warwike he dares, and leades the waie,

Lords to the field, saint George and victorie. [Exeunt Omnes

(Act V. Scene II.)

Alarmes, and then enter WARWICKE wounded. War. Ah, who is nie? Come to my friend or foe,

Enter SUMMERSET with drum and souldiers.
Sum. Summerset, Summerset, for Lancaster. And tell me who is victor Yorke or Warwike?

Glo. Two of thy name both Dukes of Sum

[Exit. Why aske I that? my mangled bodie shewes,
That I must yeeld my bodie to the earth.
And by my fall the conquest to my foes,
Thus yeelds the Cedar to the axes edge,
Whose armes gaue shelter to the princelie Eagle,
Vnder whose shade the ramping Lion slept,
Whose top branch ouerpeerd Ioues spreading

merset,
Haue solde their liues vnto the house of Yorke,
And thou shalt be the third and my sword hold,
Enter MONTAGUE with drum and souldiers.
Mont. Montague, Montague, for Lancaster.

tree.

[Exit. The wrinkles in my browes now fild with bloud, Edw. Traitorous Montague, thou and thy Were likened oft to kinglie sepulchers.

Our warlike Queene with troopes is come from And in euerie countie as we passe along,

But Hercules himselfe must yeeld to ods,
For manie wounds receiu'd, and manie moe
repaid,

Hath robd my strong knit sinews of their
strength,

And spite of spites needes must I yeeld to

death.

Som. Thy brother Montague hath breathd
his last,

And at the pangs of death I heard him crie
And saie, commend me to my valiant brother,
And more he would haue spoke and more he

said,

Our strengthes shall be augmented.
Come lets goe, for if we slacke this faire
Bright Summers daie, sharpe winters
Showers will marre our hope for haie

(Act V. Scene IV.)

[Ex. Omnes.

OXFORD
Enter the Queene, Prince EDWARD,
and SUMMERSET, with drum and souldiers.
Quee. Welcome to England, my louing
friends of France.

And welcome Summerset, and Oxford too.
Once more haue we spread our sailes abroad,
And though our tackling be almost consumde,
And Warwike as our maine mast ouerthrowne,
Yet warlike Lords raise you that sturdie post,
That beares the sailes to bring vs vnto rest,
And Ned and I as willing Pilots should
For once with carefull mindes guide on the
sterne,

Which sounded like a clamor in a vault,
That could not be distinguisht for the sound, To beare vs through that dangerous gulfe
And so the valiant Montague gaue vp the ghost. That heretofore hath swallowed vp our friends.
War. What is pompe, rule, raigne, but

earth and dust?

And liue we how we can, yet die we must.
Sweet rest his soule, flie Lords and saue your
selues,

For Warwike bids you all farewell to meet in
Heauen.
[He dies.
Oxf. Come noble Summerset, lets take our
horse,

And cause retrait be sounded through the campe,
That all our friends that yet remaine aliue,
Maie be awarn'd and saue themselues by flight.
That done, with them weele post vnto the
Queene,

And once more trie our fortune in the field.
[Ex. ambo.

(Act V. Scene III.)
Enter EDWARD, CLARENCE, GLOSTER, with

souldiers.

Edw. Thus still our fortune giues vs victorie,
And girts our temples with triumphant ioies,
The bigboond traytor Warwike hath breathde

his last,
And heauen this daie hath smilde vpon vs all,
But in this cleere and brightsome daie,
I see a blacke suspitious cloud appeare
That will encounter with our glorious sunne
Before he gaine his easefull westerne beames,
I mean those powers which the Queen hath
got in France

Are landed, and meane once more to menace vs.
Glo. Oxford and Summerset are fled to hir,
And tis likelie if she haue time to breath,
Her faction will be full as strong as ours.
Edw. We are

Prince. And if there be, as God forbid

there should,

Amongst vs a timorous or fearefull man,
Let him depart before the battels ioine,
Least he in time of need intise another,
And so withdraw the souldiers harts from vs.
I will not stand aloofe and bid you fight,
But with my sword presse in the thickest
thronges,

And single Edward from his strongest guard,
And hand to hand enforce him for to yeeld,
Or leaue my bodie as witnesse of my thoughts.

Oxf. Women and children of so high resolue,
And Warriors faint, why twere perpetuall
Shame? Oh braue youg Prince, thy
Noble grandfather doth liue againe in thee,
Long maiest thou liue to beare his image,
And to renew his glories.

Sum. And he that turnes and flies when
such do fight,

Let him to bed, and like the Owle by daio
Be hist, and wondered at if he arise.

Enter a Messenger.

Mes. My Lords, Duke Edward with a migh-
ty power,

Is marching hitherwards to fight with you.
Oxf. I thought it was his pollicie, to take
vs vnprouided,

But here will we stand and fight it to the death

Enter king EDWARD, CLA. GLO. HAST, and Souldiers.

Edw. See brothers, yonder stands the. thornie wood,

Which by Gods assistance and your prowesse, aduertisde by our louing Shall with our swords yer night be cleane cut

friends,
That they doe hold their
Tewxburie.
Thither will we, for willingnes rids waie,

downe.

Queen. Lords, Knights & gentlemen, what
I should say,

My teares gainesaie, for as you see, I drinko

The water of mine eles. Then no more.
But this. Henry your king is Prisoner
In the tower, his land and all our friends
Are quite distrest, and yonder standes
The Wolfe that makes all this,

Ed. What doth she swound? make meanes for Her recouerie?

Glo. Clarence, excuse me to the king my brother,

I must to London on a serious matter,

Then on Gods name Lords togither cry saint Ere you come there, you shall heare more

George.

All. Saint George for Lancaster.

(Act V. Scene V.)

Cla.

Glo.

newes.

About what, prethe tell me?

The Tower man, the Tower, Ile root them out. [Exit GLOSTER. Queen. Ah Ned, speake to thy mother boy? ah Thou canst not speake.

Alarmes to the battell, YORKE flies, then the chambers be discharged. Then enter the king, CLA. & GLO. & the rest, & make a great shout, Traytors, Tyrants, bloudie Homicides, and crie, for Yorke, for Yorke, and then the They that stabd Cæsar shed no bloud at all, Queene is taken, & the prince, & OXF. & SUM, For he was a man, this in respect a childe,

and then sound and enter all againe. Whats worse then tyrant that I maie name, Edw. Lo here a period of tumultuous broiles, You haue no children Deuils, if you had, Awaie with Oxford to Hames castell straight, The thought of them would then haue stopt For Summerset off with his guiltie head. your rage, Awaie I will not heare them speake.

But if you euer hope to haue a sonne,

Oxf. For my part ile not trouble thee with Looke in his youth to haue him so cut off, words. [Exit OXFORD. As Traitors you haue doone this sweet young

prince.

Edw. Awaie, and beare her hence.

Queen. Naie nere beare me hence, dispatch
Me heere, heere sheath thy sword,
Ile pardon thee my death. Wilt thou not?
Then Clarence, doe thou doe it?

Cla. By Heauen I would not doe thee so
much ease.

Queen. Good Clarence doe, sweet Clarence kill me too.

Cla. Didst thou not heare me sweare I would not do it?

Queen. I, but thou vsest to forsweare thy
selfe,

Twas sinne before, but now tis charitie.
Whears the Diuels butcher, hardfauored Richard,
Richard where art thou? He is not heere,
Murder is his almes deed, petitioners
For bloud he nere put backe.
Edw.

Awaie I saie, and take her hence
perforce.
Queen. So come to you and yours, as to
this prince.
[Ex.
Clarence, whithers Gloster gone?
Marrie my Lord to London, and as
1 gesse, to
bloudie supper in the Tower.
Edw. He is sudden if a thing come in his
head.

Edw.

Cla.

Edw. Peace wilfull boy, or I will tame Make a

your tongue,

Cla. Vntuterd lad thou art too malepert. Prin. I know my dutie, you are all vnduti-Well, discharge the common souldiers with paie full. And thankes, and now let vs towards London. Lasciuious Edward, and thou periurd George, To see our gentle Queene how shee doth fare, And thou mishapen Dicke, I tell you all. For by this I hope shee hath a sonne for vs. [Exeunt Omnes.

I am your better, traytors as you be.
Take that, the litnes of this railer
heere.

Edw.

(Act V. Scene VI.)

Enter GLOSTER to king HENRY in the Tower. Glo. Good day my Lord. What at your booke so hard?

Hen. I my good Lord. Lord I should sale rather,

Tis sinne to flatter, good was little better.

Good Gloster, and good Diuell, were all alike, For such as seeke the downefall of our house.
What scene of Death hath Rosius now to act? If anie sparke of life remaine in thee.
Gio. Suspition alwaies haunts a guiltie mind.
[Stab him againe.
Hen. The birde once limde doth feare the Downe, downe to hell, and saie I sent thee
fatall bush,
And I the haplesse maile to one poore birde, I that haue neither pittie, loue nor feare.
Haue now the fatall obiect in mine eie, Indeed twas true that Henry told me of,
Where my poore young was limde, was caught For I haue often heard my mother saie,

& kild.

thither.

That I came into the world with my legs forward,

Glo. Why, what a foule was that of Creete? And had I not reason thinke you to make hast, That taught his sonne the office

Of a birde, and yet for all that the poore
Fowle was drownde.

Hen. I Dedalus, my poore sonne Icarus,
Thy father Minos that denide our course,
Thy brother Edward, the sunne that searde his
wings,

And thou the enuious gulfe that swallowed him.
Oh better can my brest abide thy daggers point,
Then can mine eares that tragike historie.
Glo. Why dost thou thinke I am an exe-
cutioner?

Hen. A persecutor I am sure thou art,
And if murdering innoceuts be executions,
Then I know thou art an executioner.

And seeke their ruines that vsurpt our rights?
The women wept and the midwife cride,
O Iesus blesse vs, he is borne with teeth.
And so I was indeed, which plainelie signifide,
That I should snarle and bite and plaie the
dogge.

Then since Heauen hath made my bodie so,
Let hell make crookt my mind to answere it.
I had no father, I am like no father,

I haue no brothers, I am like no brothers,
And this word Loue which graybeards tearme
diuine,

Be resident in men like one another,
And not in me, I am my selfe alone.
Clarence beware, thou keptst me from the
light,

Glo. Thy sonne I kild for his presumption.
Hen. Hadst thou bin kild when first thou But I will sort a pitchie daie for thee.
For I will buz abroad such prophesies,

didst presume,

Thou hadst not liude to kill a sonne of mine, As Edward shall be feare full of his life,
And thus I prophesie of thee.

That manie a Widdow for her husbands death,
And many an infants water standing eie,
Widowes for their husbands, children for their
fathers,

Shall curse the time that euer thou wert borne.
The owle shrikt at thy birth, an euill signe,
The night Crow cride, aboding lucklesse tune,
Dogs howld and hideous tempests shooke down
trees,

The Rauen rookt her on the Chimnies top,
And chattering Pies in dismall discord sung,
Thy mother felt more then a mothers paine,
And yet brought forth lesse then a mothers
hope,

To wit: an vndigest created lumpe,
Not like the fruit of such a goodly tree,
Teeth hadst thou in thy head when thou wast
borne,

To signif thou camst to bite the world,
And if the rest be true that I haue heard,
Thou camst into the world [He stabs him.
Glo. Die prophet in thy speech, Ile heare
No more, for this amongst the rest, was I
ordainde.

Hen. I and for much more slaughter after this.
O God forgiue my sinnes, and pardon thee.

And then to purge his feare, Ile be thy death.
Henry and his sonne are gone, thou Clarence
next,

And by one and one I will dispatch the rest,
Counting my selfe but bad, till I be best.
Ile drag thy bodie in another roome,
And triumph Henry in thy daie of doome.
[Exit.

(Act V. Scene VII.)

Enter king EDWARD, Queene ELIZABETH, and a Nurse with the young prince, and CLARENCE, and HASTINGS, and others.

Edw. Once more we sit in Englands royall
throne,

Repurchasde with the bloud of enemies,
What valiant foemen like to Autumnes corne,
Haue we mow'd downe in tops of all their pride?
Three Dukes of Summerset, threefold renowmd
For hardie and vndoubted champions.
Two Cliffords, as the father and the sonne,
And two Northumberlands, two brauer men
Nere spurd their coursers at the trumpets sound.
With them the two rough Beares, Warwike
and Montague,

That in their chaines fettered the kinglie Lion, And made the Forrest tremble when they roard, [He dies. Thus haue we swept suspition from our seat, Glo. What? will the aspiring bloud of And made our footstoole of securitie.

Lancaster

Come hither Besse, and let me kisse my boie, Sinke into the ground, I had thought it would Young Ned, for thee, thine Vncles and my selfe,

haue mounted,

See how my sword weepes for the poore kings death.

Now maie such purple teares be alwaies shed,

Haue in our armors watcht the Winters night,
Marcht all a foote in summers skalding heat,
That thou mightst repossesse the crowne in peace,
And of our labours thou shalt reape the gaine.